17 April 2007

Those mornings when you need a little convincing not to waste that last sick day only to ruminate at home in your I-feel-paunchy bad mood, I'm usually the first to propose slipping into something with less-coverage made of black lace that pushes you up-up-and-out. In other words, underneath that professional veneer, I advocate dressing like a saucy minx.

Today is not one of those mornings.

No, this morning is less about wearing something to mask a feeling than it is about wearing something to celebrate a feeling -- a frolicsome feeling.

So do what I'm about to do and dig to the way-back of that unmentionables drawer, fish-out and snap-on your one plain white cotton bra, pair it with one of these fun little ladypants and while you're sipping that first cup of coffee, think back to a time when you considered multicolored popsicles on your crotch so naughty you'd only show your very best girlfriend in the bathroom after recess.

Ladies, brace yourselves for the happiest happy panty collection this side of 7th grade:

No, there's no real excuse for a $110 pair of panties. It's the quality of materials and craftsmanship, I suppose, but still, $110? The experience of buying La Perla might be worth that amount (their boutique in NYC is breathtaking), but until I'm - or my future spouse is - making a multi-million dollar salary, I'll stick with VS for undies and overspend where it really matters -- shoes.

The Concept

Each day, with old man candor, I'll offer my brand of style counsel to the professional DC women who believe a serious job is a valid excuse for an ill-fitted, office inappropriate, comfort first work wardrobe. And when the mood strikes me, which is often, I'll also muse about celebrity fashion and my own fashion-related comings and goings, both of which, I'm sure, are of great interest to you.